


This Time

by DoctorsOrders



Category: Star Trek, Star Trek: Alternate Original Series (Movies)
Genre: Alcohol, Alley Sex, Alternate Universe, Anal Sex, Cock Piercing, Coming In Pants, Dirty Dancing, Drunk Sex, Drunkenness, First Meetings, Future for us Past for trek, Genital Piercing, Gratuitous Smut, Hand Jobs, Hangover, Hook-Up, M/M, Mildly Dubious Consent, Oral Sex, Piercings, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Public Sex, because alcohol, like really dirty
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2017-09-17
Updated: 2017-09-17
Packaged: 2018-12-30 16:22:21
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 1
Words: 4,180
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/12112572
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/DoctorsOrders/pseuds/DoctorsOrders
Summary: Scotty convinces Leonard to come out and meet some of his other friends.Leonard is chatty when he'd drunk.Jim is irresistible.





	This Time

**Author's Note:**

> Well, well, well, who was asking for some alternative first meeting, drunk hookup Jim/Bones?  
> Oh...no one, cool cool...I'll just leave this here in case someone wants it anyway.
> 
> Future-ish because they have self driving taxis, automatic blinds, and "boosters" so STI's don't have to be a thing ~~because I didn't want to write condoms~~ but it's basically a modern day AU.

“I’m too old for that,” Leonard grumbled. 

 

“You’re _barely_ thirty,” Christine pointed out. 

 

Scotty gestured at Christine indicating his agreement. “Ach she's right, you never come out! You’re done with residency. Meet some of my friends! You might even have fun.” 

 

“I will meet _two_ new people,” Leonard relented, “No more.” 

 

Christine laughed, “That’s two more than last week.” 

 

—

 

Jim was there in front of him, holding his hand with a big, goofy smile on his face. Leonard was floating, the chatter around him a sea that he allowed himself to be carried on. Jim was leaned in to him, and he was leaned into Jim. Whispering, or shouting, he couldn’t entirely tell. But he was pouring out secrets he hadn’t meant to share, at least not yet. He’d only just met the kid after all. 

 

“I have to see,” Jim said, the words washing over Leonard very slowly as he absorbed their meaning. 

 

He tried to remember what he’d just said, what Jim wanted to see. It was far too early for him to be this drunk. He realized a little belatedly he’d been talking about his dick, how it was pierced. Jesus, he couldn’t keep that to himself with whiskey on his tongue. Why in damnation had he told Jim?

 

He pushed the discouraging thoughts away, Jim was interested, so what should he care if he was oversharing? “I bet you have a pretty cock,” Leonard said, his filter all but gone. 

 

Jim grinned brightly, "I like to think so."

 

Scotty appeared with five shots, one for each of them. Leonard jerked, he’d forgotten anyone else was there, let alone their friends. He glanced over at Sulu and Christine, who didn’t seem like they’d been distracted by, let alone noticed, how wrapped up he was with Jim, the two of them laughing heartily. 

 

“No,” Leonard said, motioning blindly at the shot, “Monty, I’m already fucked.” 

 

Scotty looked downright offended. “I bought it, you’re taking it!” 

 

Jim already had his fingers curled around his shot-glass, his other hand squeezing Leonard’s. He grinned lopsidedly, “Don’t argue, take it.” 

 

“That’s right you ungrateful bastard!”

 

Jim, Sulu, and Christine laughed. Leonard decided he was being stupid, he could have another drink. He reached for his shot. It was an uncoordinated raising of the tiny glasses, but the group managed before shooting their drinks back. 

 

The whiskey burned it’s way down Leonard’s throat, but he didn’t acknowledge it. He hadn’t been this drunk in a long time, and he could already feel the shot making him more brazen, which was the very last thing he needed. 

 

“I want to dance,” Jim needled. 

 

Leonard didn’t know what to say. Jim turned to Christine, and tried again, whining a bit as he said it again. He immediately regretted not having Jim’s full attention. 

 

“Dance with him Leo,” Christine shouted across the table. She patted Scotty on the shoulder until he looked over, “Tell him he’s a good dancer.” 

 

Scotty laughed, “I dunno about that.” 

 

Jim looked hopeful, or at least he was smiling. Leonard begrudgingly let go of Jim’s hand so he could stand. That wasn’t great. He swayed for a second, his equilibrium trying to remember how the ground worked. 

 

—

 

Leonard didn’t dance like _this_. Leonard could line dance with the best of them, waltz like a pro, but this undulating, free movement was not something he was good at. Thankfully the liquor driving him had other plans. He gripped Jim’s hips to steady himself and Jim laughed, throwing his head back against Leonard’s shoulder. He pushed back against Leonard, his ass firm right on Leonard’s—apparently, half-hard—cock. When had that happened? Jim didn’t seem to mind, in fact he seemed to like it. His hands snaked up and grabbed Leonard’s face, twisting just enough to kiss him. 

 

It was a sloppy kiss, by all accounts. Too much tongue, not enough lip, Jim smiling against his mouth, but it went straight to Leonard’s groin and he ground his hips against Jim’s ass. 

 

Jim moaned, which Leonard felt more than he heard over the pulsing music. Jim pressed his body insistently closer, his hands now covering Leonard’s where they still rested on his hips. He guided them into the waistband of his pants. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Leonard knew they were in public, people all around him, their friends less than fifty feet away. But none of that mattered, not when he could feel Jim’s burning skin under his calloused fingers. The club was too loud and too dark anyway. Leonard pulled him closer, his cock more than a little interested now, rutting it up against Jim’s round, denim clad ass. 

 

“Want you to fuck me,” Jim shout-whispered as he turned so they were chest-to-chest. He nudged his knee between Leonard’s so he could straddle his thigh. He could feel Jim’s swollen cock against him. 

 

Leonard felt dizzy, he couldn’t tell if it was the booze or hearing Jim say those words. It had been a while since he'd bothered trying for something even close to intimacy.

 

“Bones…” Jim tried again, grinding his cock roughly against the juncture of Leonard’s hip. 

 

“Right here?” Leonard asked weakly. He hoped Jim wouldn’t say yes, because if he did Leonard was sure he’d do it and they’d end up thrown in jail for indecent exposure. 

 

Jim laughed, sucking at his neck. It felt good, rough, he hoped Jim wouldn’t leave a mark. Well, Leonard secretly hoped he _would_ ,  but he’d never hear the end of it at work. Fuck, Jim had to stop moving like this against him or he was going to come in his pants. He told Jim as much but less succinctly. 

 

“Oh shit, _please_ ,” Jim said excitedly, “I’ve always wanted to do this.” He was full out palming Leonard through his jeans. There were enough people around them in various states of inebriation that no one seemed to notice or care.

 

Leonard was in _so_ much trouble. He barely knew this kid, but he already knew he was going take his pants off for him. Or leave them on, he supposed. Leonard pulled Jim closer to obscure their indecency. 

 

“Fuck, that feels good,” Leonard gasped grinding a little harder against Jim’s hand. 

 

Jim’s voice dropped a bit as he whispered against Leonard’s ear. “Do you think anyone would mind if I blew you right here?”

 

“I think _everyone_ would mind,” Leonard huffed, “Everyone but me.” 

 

“That’s a shame.” Jim dipped his hand under Leonard’s waistband, his fingers making contact with Leonard’s aching cock. He could tell when Jim found his prince albert from the way he pulled back excitedly to look sat him. 

 

“That’s huge!” he exclaimed, fondling him unabashedly. 

 

“Yep,” Leonard groaned as Jim’s touch flitted across his glans, “The extra weight feels good.” 

 

“It’s gonna feel even better when you’re inside me.”

 

He wasn’t sure when he’d actually agreed to fuck Jim, but Leonard nodded anyway. His head fell to Jim’s shoulders as they continued to sway against the sea of people.

 

“You’re a dirty little thing,” Leonard said, this breathing strained as he groped Jim’s ass.

 

Jim pulled his hand out, wetting his palm with spit, “What’s that make you?” 

 

“Hard, apparently.”

 

Jim laughed before slipping his hand down Leonard’s pants again. 

 

It wasn’t a great hand job, but it had been a while since anyone had touched Leonard. Jim was murmuring encouraging little phrases to him, still swaying his hips to give some semblance that they were actually dancing. His erection evident as it brushed over Leonard’s hip again and again.

 

He gasped as he came in his pants and over Jim’s hand after a few minutes of the awkwardly angled strokes. He found Jim’s eyes glittering when he pulled away. What cosmic force did he have to thank for this boy? 

 

Jim licked the largest smear of come off his fingers before he kissed Leonard, open mouthed. Jim’s lips were soft and he moaned a little when Leonard kissed him back. Leonard felt desperate for more, more of Jim. 

 

“I hope you’re up to date on your boosters,” Jim said cheekily when he pulled away.

 

“I’m a goddamn doctor, of course I’m up to date.” 

 

“Good, cause I only go bareback.” 

 

“Right,” Leonard agreed breathlessly.

 

They moved against each other for several more minutes, Jim still hard, sucking another hickey into the skin of Leonard’s throat. Leonard’s hands were too low on Jim’s ass for them to be considered even remotely decent anymore, yet no one seemed to care.

 

“I don’t ever do this,” Leonard said as if that wasn’t the oldest line, “But I can’t wait until we get back to my apartment to have you in my mouth.” 

 

“I don’t care if you do this every night as long as you're serious now,” Jim grinned, “You wanna go out back?”

 

Leonard nodded helplessly

 

“I can’t believe you’re fucking real.” Jim shook his head in delight, grabbing his wrist, “Come on, follow me!”

 

He glanced across the room and saw Scotty give him a thumbs up as Jim dragged him farther back into the club. Leonard was too drunk to be ashamed. 

 

“When are you going to find me a nice girl, Scotty?” Christine whined back at the table. “Hikaru says you set him up with Ben, and now Leo with Jim, what am I, chopped liver?”

 

“You wait your turn missy,” Scotty slurred a little. “I don’t see either one of you helping me find someone.” 

 

Sulu laughed, “We’re working on it, you’re kinda picky.” 

 

“That’s not true,” Scotty protested.

 

“You so are,” Christine agreed.

 

—

 

He got on his knees in the dirty alley, the music from the club still a low, pulsing bass. His briefs were full of sticky come and he fumbled with the closure on Jim’s too-tight jeans. God, who was he? He’d never known liquor to make him a slut, which could only mean it was Jim himself. Leonard didn’t care, he just knew he needed his mouth full of Jim.

 

Jim was so hard he was dripping, foreskin pulled back to reveal a thick, flushed head and he moaned as Leonard licked a wet strip up his length, tongue swirling against his slit. Leonard was a little off balance, maybe not the most co-ordinated he’d ever felt, but he could hardly think Jim was going to mind.

 

“Oh god, please,” Jim moaned. He rested one hand on Leonard’s neck, the other crept under his shirt to tweak his own nipple. Leonard had to remember Jim liked that for later. _Later._ Leonard shivered. He let his hands squeeze Jim’s ample, and blessedly bare ass, imagining how it would sound when he slapped it. His cock twitched just the slightest bit. 

 

Leonard swallowed him down, more focused on keeping his teeth away than on taking all of Jim’s full length, he was big enough that Leonard wasn’t sure he could anyway. 

 

“ _Fuck_ , Bones,” Jim said hungrily. 

 

Anyone could see them. Anyone. Someone from the club, someone just wandering, lost down the alley. They were completely exposed and Leonard found he didn’t care one bit. Let them look. Let them watch as Leonard took Jim apart with his tongue. 

 

Leonard hollowed his cheeks, sucking wetly as he bobbed his head. Jim’s nails dug into his neck. It felt good, Leonard hadn’t done anything that felt this good in a long while. Jim’s thick cock filling his mouth, stretching his jaw, the needy little moans he was making, it was enough that Leonard felt himself getting hard all over again. 

 

He pulled off for a second. He pumped Jim’s cock in his fist as he tried to catch his breath. Leonard’s heart was hammering in his chest as he looked up. It was dark, but Jim still looked gorgeous, head thrown back against the building, biting his lip with force. He dropped his hand a bit lower on Jim’s shaft, so he could still stroke him but also use his mouth. He licked and sucked at the tip of Jim’s cock for several moments. 

 

Jim swore, taking his hand off Leonard’s neck to slap the wall behind him. “I’m so close,” he groaned as Leonard took him deeper, “I don’t want you to stop.” 

 

Leonard hummed, mostly in agreement, but partially because wanted Jim closer to the edge. 

 

“Oh, fuck! Fuck!” 

 

Leonard continued his ministrations, coupling long, wet sucks with his steady hand. Jim’s thighs trembled, and he moaned with abandon. Jim balled his fist in the shoulder of Leonard’s shirt, crumpling it carelessly, still swirling the pad of his finger across his pebbled nipple. Leonard hummed around him again and Jim practically cried his name before he went rigid. Everything stopped besides his cock pulsing in Leonard’s hand.

 

Come filled Leonard’s mouth, sharp and heady. He tightened his suction over Jim’s cockhead, his lip resting just past the ridge. He sucked and swallowed and held Jim steady as he came. Leonard took it all, and when Jim had finished he went back to gently fucking Jim into his mouth. 

 

Jim whined in protest, tugging at his shirt. “Get off the ground! Fuck, get up here and kiss me!” 

 

Leonard was all to happy to oblige. His knees ached as he stood, but the way Jim’s tongue felt against his more than made up for it. 

 

—

 

They were obnoxiously disgusting in the auto-taxi, Leonard could feel it. Jim was practically in his lap, sucking Leonard’s tongue in his mouth like it was his life’s purpose. Thank fuck this thing was self-driven, no other person should have to be exposed to the way they were acting. 

 

Leonard would have thought Jim orgasming would have made him less intense, but that was not the case. If anything it seemed to have doubled his affinity for Leonard. Not that Leonard was complaining, because he certainly wasn’t. 

 

When they were finally behind a closed, private door Jim was just as handsy as ever. 

 

“Bourbon?” he heard himself asking. He was already plastered, but he didn’t want to fall from his current state of intoxication, because the next step after this, he knew from experience, was passing out. 

 

“Sure,” Jim agreed, already unbuttoning Leonard’s shirt. 

 

Leonard took it like another shot even though it was too good for that. Jim followed suit. 

 

“Why are you still dressed?” Jim whined, “I want to see you.” 

 

Leonard fumbled, kicking off his shoes before bothering with his pants, the heap of clothes on the floor growing alarmingly quickly as Jim stripped too. He glanced over at Jim who was stark naked, and sprawled on the bed. It consumed his attention for a bit, eyes raking over the endless, flushed skin. 

 

“You _do_ have a pretty cock,” Leonard told him, “Meant to tell you before darlin’, but my mouth was full.”

 

Jim grinned, making a motion that Leonard assumed meant ‘come here’. He did and Leonard found himself being pulled down next to him.

 

“I need lube,” Jim reminded.

 

It wasn’t as though Leonard had forgotten, it just hadn’t seemed as important as letting Jim know his cock was pretty. Leonard rummaged through the drawer next to his bed, fingers finally finding the tube. 

 

Jim took it out of his hands. “Take your fucking pants _off_ ,” he demanded. The tube made a squelching sound and Jim coated his fingers, pushing two inside himself without so much as a shred of shame. Not that he needed it.

Leonard watched, preoccupied by the way his fingers disappeared and reappeared with such ease. 

 

“Bones, _come on,_ don’t make me beg.” 

 

Leonard blinked, finally getting his pants off. His come-stained briefs were next and Leonard turned so Jim could see. 

 

Jim abandoned opening himself in favor of touching Leonard’s pierced cock. His slick fingers trailed across the shiny captive bead ring. 

 

“It’s big, didn’t it fucking hurt?” Jim asked, blinking up at Leonard, his fingers still toying with the bead. 

 

“Course it did,” Leonard smiled, “Stretched it wider so I could feel it better. Doesn't hurt anymore, just feels nice now.” 

 

Jim bent down, taking Leonard’s cock in his mouth. He hissed in surprise. Jim used his tongue to play with the jewelry, completely enthralled. 

 

“Darlin’, if you want me to fuck you you’ve gotta stop that,” he told him breathlessly.

 

Jim let Leonard’s cock slide from his mouth with a grin. “Fucking _finally_.”

 

Leonard pushed him down against the pillows, smearing lube on his own fingers. He pressed two inside, just as Jim had done. Contrary to Jim’s reaction when he’d fingered himself, Jim moaned when Leonard did it. Leonard kissed him, and Jim whined into his mouth, hips pushing back against Leonard’s fingers. 

 

Maybe he should go slower, he should probably go slower, but the bourbon didn’t want that. Leonard wanted to be inside Jim. He scissored his fingers, stretching Jim’s hole as wide as two fingers could manage. The sounds Jim made were unbelievable, needy and hot and incredibly hungry. Leonard kissed his way down Jim’s neck, over his pectoral, his tongue swirling easily against Jim’s previously neglected nipple. 

 

Jim practically howled. Leonard took the opportunity to nudge a third finger into Jim’s hole, which he took with ease. He sucked at the nub, letting his teeth graze over it intermittently, fucking Jim with his fingers. Jim’s hands were in his hair, scraping his nails against Leonard’s scalp pleasantly. He sounded completely debauched and it only served to make him even more curious to find out what Jim would sound like when he took Leonard’s cock. 

 

“Bones, _please_ ,” Jim whimpered, “You’re killing me. Just fucking fuck me already.”

 

Leonard relented, giving one last lick to Jim’s nipple, pulling his fingers from inside Jim gently. He took a moment to slick himself up with a bit more lube, more lube never hurt anyone. He shifted, finding Jim on his hands and knees. 

 

“This okay?” Jim asked, like Leonard would possibly object to anything at this juncture. 

 

“Yeah, sure, darlin’.” He looked at Jim’s pale, round cheeks presented to him eagerly, and he couldn’t help himself. He smacked one. Roughly enough that it made a satisfying slap, enough that when he looked again there was a red splotch where his hand had been. 

 

“Boooonesssss,” Jim moaned, “Ooooh my god.” 

 

“You like that?” 

 

“You can spank me _later_ , fuck me _now_.” 

 

Leonard was going to take him up on that. He wanted to see Jim’s ass smacked red. But they’d both waited all night, and who was he to deny that? Leonard pulled apart Jim’s cheeks, letting the tip of his cock and his jewelry press against the slick muscle. Just as Jim started to plead again he pushed slowly inside.

 

The drag pushed the bead on his piercing all the way around, so it stopped at the bottom, Leonard could feel it rotate in his dick and he groaned as Jim clenched around him. 

 

“Just relax,” Leonard urged, his voice wrecked. 

 

Jim moaned wantonly, head hanging down. Leonard bent so he could press a kiss to the center of Jim’s back. Jim did relax, enough for Leonard to slip the rest of the way in. 

 

Jim was tight and hot, his ass milking Leonard’s cock as he let Jim adjust to the girth. The noise he was making was enough that Leonard had to take a few deep breathes to calm himself

 

“You okay?” he managed. 

 

“Yeah,” Jim gasped, “‘M fine, fuck me, please, just—”

 

Leonard didn’t need to be told twice, he thrust his hips hard and deep and relished the way Jim moaned beneath him. He fucked Jim roughly, and Jim took it like he’d been made for it. Squeezing and panting and wriggling his hips like he just couldn’t get enough. Leonard was glad for it, he needed this. He needed Jim. 

 

Part of Leonard still couldn’t believe this was happening, that this was really his night. That he wasn’t going to wake up from this extremely satisfying night and find it had all been a dream. But his dreams had never been this creative, this loud, this intense, this _blond_. Leonard let his head fall against Jim’s back, running his hand down Jim’s tight abdomen until he found Jim’s cock. 

 

Jim mewled, a deeper valley forming between his shoulders. Leonard kept thrusting as he fisted Jim’s cock. 

 

“Alright darlin’, want you to come for me,” he said, his voice thick with gravel. 

 

He clenched around Leonard’s cock, making it almost difficult to keep fucking him at a steady pace. Jim moaned again, his cock jumping in Leonard’s palm. 

 

“That’s it,” he said, stroking Jim with his own sticky precome, “Just real easy.” 

 

Jim sobbed, bucking against his hand, hips urging Leonard’s to go faster. Jim came, gasping suddenly, falling down on his elbows. Leonard moved with him, pushing in flush as Jim’s channel convulsed around him.

 

He let Jim’s release run it’s course, pumping him through it before pulling out of Jim in one fluid motion. Jim blinked at him with heavy eyes. 

 

“Climb on,” Leonard said, without a hint of remorse. He patted his thigh.

 

Jim did so slowly, like the motion took considerable effort. He dropped himself back on to Leonard’s throbbing cock with a groan. He braced his hands on Leonard’s chest, allowing Leonard to steady him with his hands on Jim’s hips. 

 

Leonard rubbed a soft circle on Jim's hip with his thumb. “Just want to see your pretty face when I come.” 

 

Jim grinned tiredly. “Whatever you want,” he said, hauling his hips up only so he could slide back down. 

 

 _Fuck_ , that felt good. He liked seeing Jim move on top of him. Jim bounced on his cock without hurry. 

 

“Fill me up, Bones,” Jim said, a little breathless. “I’m all for you.” 

 

Combined with the friction, that sent him over the edge, and he went still as he came. “Oh _Jim_ ,” he moaned, “Oh darlin’ yes!” he cried, his cock emptying inside Jim’s warmth. 

 

Jim traced his thumb over Leonard’s lips as he squeezed tight around him. Jim kept his motion, even as Leonard’s come leaked out of him, until Leonard pulled him down into a kiss. It was a gentle thing, far too sweet for how filthy they’d just been, but Jim kept on kissing him until Leonard softened enough to slip out. 

 

Jim climbed off, pillowing his head on Leonard’s stretched arm. “I can stay, yeah?” he asked with a yawn. 

 

“Sure you can, darlin’,” Leonard answered, he hadn’t even considered Jim leaving. 

 

“Thanks,” Jim said, the word considerably slurred as his eyes blinked shut. 

 

—

 

Morning came too soon, his smart-blinds opening like they always did at 8 AM. A second groan that was not his own came from the bed and Leonard looked over too fast, it made his head spin. 

 

He remembered now, Scotty’s friend, Jim? Yeah, that was it, Jim. He was somehow even better looking now than he'd been last night. They’d had sex, Leonard remembered that much. A _lot_ of sex. He’d made worse choices when he was wasted, including eating two large pizzas by himself. But god, it had been a while since he’d fucked someone while he was drunk. The night was coming back in flashes, which was headache inducing to say the least, but from what he remembered, Leonard was very glad Jim had stayed. 

 

“Your head hurt as bad as mine?” Jim whispered, hand searching for Leonard. 

 

“Yes.” 

 

“Let me order us hangover food, where’s my fucking phone?” 

 

Leonard didn’t bother trying to help, he wasn’t sure he could sit up without vomiting. 

 

The kid found his phone, it made high pitched blips as he worked at it, Leonard watching him with one eye open. Jim grinned a mildly pained grin at him when he realized Leonard was watching. He looked back at his phone for a second before he stopped. 

 

“Would you rather I…left?” 

 

Leonard considered it, normally that would be exactly what he wanted, but the thought of Jim walking out upset him. “No, I’d rather you didn’t.” 

 

Jim blushed, and clicked his at his phone again before he laid back down next to Leonard, snuggling up. 

 

Leonard felt around on his side table blindly for the control to the blinds, finally finding it so he could block out some of the unholy light. 

 

Jim sighed in relief, letting his hand drop from his eyes to Leonard’s chest. He ran his hand slowly through Jim’s hair. 

 

“Did you…did you blow me in _alley_?” Jim asked incredulously after a few minutes.

 

“Yeah, I reckon that was me.” 

 

“You’re fucking _wild_.” 

 

Jim might as well know the truth now. “Not usually.” 

 

“You’re saying you were just like that for me? That I’m special?” 

 

Leonard hesitated. It hadn’t just been the booze, he’d never been the way he was last night. “I’m _saying_ I don’t do that shit and that I don’t want you to go just yet. But I’m not saying anything else until I’ve had three cups of coffee.” 

 

“Fine, fine,” Jim muttered, sounding just a bit too smug. 

**Author's Note:**

> Relationship notes: Scotty is friends with Christine and Bones because he'd been to the ER one too many times while Bones was an intern. Sulu and Jim and Scotty are all friends who work together. Jim calls Leonard "Bones" because Scotty's talked about him before and Jim started calling him that as a joke whenever Scotty brought him up. 
> 
> Piercing notes: I imagine Bones has his prince albert stretched to a 4g and that he wears just a simple, titanium cbr in it. Also, he got it because he wanted it, not on a dare or something ;)
> 
> I live for feedback, let me know if you liked it, please?


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